Last year at this time, I took photos of our annual Balloonfest participants, moving gracefully across the morning sky above my house. They were completely silent, save for the flame jets they needed to release every once in awhile to maintain lift. (The sound drove Rousseau nuts. ACK.) Anyway, it was a lovely sight. Maybe I’ll see some more this morning.
This year, I caught the balloons on film as they passed in the early evening last night. They came so close, it looked like they might tangle in power lines or land on someone’s rooftop. It was fun to watch. (Rousseau still hated it.)
Some pretty pictures:
I hope your weekend starts off lovely as well. Time for the coffee. That’s the ticket.